[For Maxxie] Cave Rave

[well_yeah_but]

Last time, this had not gone well at all. In fact, it had gone so poorly that despite Maxxie's irritating mid-class confession about it and everything that had happened after with Michelle, Tony's been rather eager to prove that he can do a decent job at giving a boy head ever since. Before, Max had stopped him before he'd even got started; it just

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[dancin_maxxie]

His breath left him in a rush, and not necessarily in a good way. It felt good, no doubt about that. Tony's hand around his dick and then his warm mouth, lips soft and tight. There wasn't anything wrong with that. But it was so rushed, without technique. That might have been fine with any other boy, but this was Tony. He wasn't just anyone.

The corner of his mouth hitched up and he pushed his fingers through Tony's hair, finding the back of his head to help guide him. "Easy, Tone."

[well_yeah_but]

It's odd, Tony finds, the things that turn a person on. To wit: Here he is, cock in his mouth for the first time, and it's the fingers in his hair that goes straight to his own dick. Not that he'd been displeased with the cock in his mouth; in the grand scheme of trying new things and for a certain value of pleasure, it was nice, but there was a distinct and familiar disconnect as his conscious mind took note of things like the sensation of smooth weight against his tongue and the heady, musky scent of boy in his nostrils. When Maxxie's fingers slide against his scalp, though, tugging against hair and gently guiding the bob of his head, Tony moans, low in his throat and uninhibited.

He slows as told, and when he lifts his gaze to Max's face again his eyes have gone glassy and dark, far too dark to just be the shadows in this remote corner of the cave.

[dancin_maxxie]

"Fuck," Maxxie gasped without intending to, the look in Tony's eyes too much for him for a second. He didn't read the same expectancy there as in the shadowy dorm in Russia, but a different kind of willfulness. It was a look Maxxie could, and probably would later, blame in large part on the drugs, but that didn't stop it and that moan from shooting straight through him and every nerve in his body.

Fingers tightening slightly in Tony's hair, Maxxie bit his lip and coaxed him on a little faster.

[well_yeah_but]

With the social stigma attached to giving blow jobs and the ridiculous belief that it's inherently emasculating, it surprises Tony a little at how much it's like going down on a girl. Obviously the execution is different, but that feeling of power is innate to the act: Tony may be on his knees here, but Maxxie is gone, so fucking gone on him, looking down at him like he can't fucking believe he exists.

It's glorious.

And that's completely apart from the way Maxxie's fingers are pulling at his hair, spurring him on almost as easily as if he'd wrapped those fingers around Tony's cock. Encouraged, Tony slides his free hand over the arch of Maxxie's hip and gets a firm grasp on his arse, rocking the other boy forward into his increased tempo.